All The Blues Are Written for You

<br>&quot;i woke up this morning baby,<br><br>The blues was pouring out of me&quot;<br><br>Cent fois ces mots je les ai dits<br><br>Ces mots que dautres avaient crits<br><br>De toute ma voix, de toute mon me<br><br>&quot;with all the soul that I can&quot;<br><br>Le blues comme on me la appris<br><br>&quot;i woke up this morning baby&quot;<br><br>Mais ce matin l, jai compris<br><br><br><br><br><br>&quot;i woke up this morning baby,<br><br>The blues was pouring out of me&quot;<br><br>A hundred times I said those words<br><br>Those words others wrote<br><br>With all my voice, with all my soul<br><br>&quot;with all the soul that I can&quot;<br><br>The blues like I learned it<br><br>&quot;i woke up this morning baby&quot;<br><br>But that morning, I understood.<br><br>La peine aux longs champs de coton<br><br>Jimaginais de mon cocon<br><br>Les coups, le sang, les temps boueux<br><br>Javais mal en fermant les yeux<br><br><br><br><br><br>The hard work in the cotton fields<br><br>I was imagining in my cocoon<br><br>The hits, the blood, the mud weather<br><br>I was hurt while closing my eyes<br><br>&quot;his babys far away&quot;<br><br>Jai des pardons, jai des prires<br><br>Mais lblues cest pas des phrases en lair<br><br><br><br><br><br>&quot;his babys far away&quot;<br><br>I have forgives, I have prayers<br><br>But the blues isnt sentences you throw in the air<br><br>&quot;i woke up this morning baby&quot;<br><br>Mais ce matin tas vraiment froid<br><br>Tu comprends du fond de ta poitrine<br><br>Tous les blues sont crits pour toi<br><br><br><br><br><br>&quot;i woke up this morning baby&quot;<br><br>But this morning youre really cold<br><br>You understand deep in your chest<br><br>All the blues are written for you<br><br>&quot;oh, oh I feel, the blues in me<br><br>Nobody knows how I really feel<br><br>Nobody knows, nobody cares&quot;<br><br>Les mots te brlent un par un comme sils<br><br>Comme sils tappartiennent enfin<br><br>Ces blues taient les tiens<br><br><br><br><br><br>&quot;oh, oh I feel, the blues in me<br><br>Nobody knows how I really feel<br><br>Nobody knows, nobody cares&quot;<br><br>Words are burning your one by one like if<br><br>Like if they are finally yours<br><br>Those blues were yours<br><br>De toute ma voix, toute mon me, &quot;with all the soul that I can&quot;<br><br>Le blues quon nma jamais appris<br><br>&quot;i woke up this morning, the blues was pouring out of me<br><br>Nobody knows, nobody sees&quot;<br><br><br><br><br><br>With all my voice, all my soul, &quot;with all the soul that I can&quot;<br><br>The blues I was never taught<br><br>&quot;i woke up this morning, the blues was pouring out of me<br><br>Nobody knows, nobody sees&quot;